My Sister, Annie Oakley, and Me

Last week I went to bed at 6:00 pm, feeling as we all sometimes do, beaten up and wanting comfort. My sister called me and informed me that I could rest for a couple of days, but soon I’d have to get up and keep going. “Think of Annie Oakley,” she said. “She didn’t stay defeated!”

Annie Oakley found her happier time

Annie Oakley could shoot off the end of a cigarette held in her husband’s lips. She could hit the thin edge of a playing card from 30 paces. With her back turned and using only a mirror, she could shoot distant targets. All that took practice. And after a railroad accident in which she was partially paralyzed, it took practice to get her shooting skills back.

Last week I wasn’t in a major accident. My body still functions well. All I have is a heart that’s hurt. Like Annie Oakley, I chose to get up and keep shooting at the target.

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